Gliding through the half-dark, this preternatural humidity caresses my skin like an unseen lover. I am the moth’s muffled flight through twilight, borne by the hum and whir of bicycle wheels. I’m seeking the moon — or hoping it finds me. Jagged teeth of buildings gnash against the skyline. This city — lock-jawed in lockdown, holding me hostage for months, clamped tight on us all — finally
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Make me Irresistible
Such that no desire
Is left unchecked
In my presence.
Make me Large,
Make me so big
Every wall and sea
Parts upon beholding me…
& still my heart clenched / in her tight little fist. / & still / your kaleidoscope irises / imprinted / into my chewed bubblegum core. / & still rose petal blind. & still stitched / to that yellow mattress. & / still. / & still / a coal mine throat / stolen canary. / & still the moon. /
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By the time you receive our message,
you should be turning 15!
If we calculated correctly.
This is rocket science, after all…
By sheer coincidence, our five-year anniversary happened to fall on the longest day of the year. Neither of us were particularly superstitious nor into astrology, but the summer solstice was said to bring forth luck, which we considered a good omen and yet another reason to go big on celebrations…
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i asked you not to love me so
you put it in a brown paper bag and left
it on the front seat of my car…
Painting carried out in relation to the Israeli-Palestinian conflict and inspired by the first peace treaty in history. The agreement established the respective spheres of influence between the Egyptians and Hittites after the Battle of Qadeš (1274 BC). The painting depicts two figures (one Semitic, the other Jewish) who embody two lands, two different cultures and religious traditions in the
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Can I live with the denial of your love?
Patches from codices of parchment, a rich repository of my love.
Today, thy hands committed libricide
and I wonder why these thoughts won’t just go away
— my taboo love or this taboo act?
Effervescently swathe us is in the sparkly glare of now — slippery skin spellbound
H
2
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bubbling— just below the surface…
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i. You ask me how I’m doing and we both know there’s no way I’d ever answer that without lying. You say love isn’t made for people like us— we’re too rational for it. I tell you that I’m a secluded person, I chase the people that hate me. I don’t know why I do it, but I do it.
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Shimmering skin, your bioluminescence effervesces,
cupid eyes and claret cheeks, lips bow-shaped,
your August-boiled blood keeps us both warm
the whole year round…
On the first day I can call you mine, I cocoon my arms around you in the / heart of the kitchen. You envelop cellophane around our / picnic foods…
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